Sometimes I want to crawl back under the electric blanket

and just hide from responsibility.

To sleep off adulthood.

Let someone else be in charge.

Sorry, I’m in siesta.

Please leave a message after the tone….

Sometimes I want to lie on the couch covered in dogs

and escape into an alternate universe.

Delve into Downton and let Carson handle it.

Sometimes I want to escape my own

American Horror Story

and borrow Ryan Murphy’s for awhile.

Sometimes you just have to.